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Gerald Jun 2020
Candles burn out,

               Eventually.
Gerald Jun 2020
You can throw me to the wolves, they won't hurt me. The wolves know my scent. We howl at the moon together.

You can take me to the demons, they don't terrify me. The devil knows my name. We spend nights together.

You can give me up to ghosts so they haunt me. Oh! How they like it; this void in my chest, where my heart used to be.
@catch.inthe.dark
Gerald Jun 2020
"Just how dark?" They ask.

"Sometimes I give the devil quite a scare," I reply.
Gerald Jun 2020
I'm used.

Just that sometimes it gets really heavy!
  Jun 2020 Gerald
Prerna Singh
Were we in a race
To judge
Who gets hurt first?
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  Jun 2020 Gerald
Prerna Singh
You are Careless
my dear
You need to
Care less!
Gerald Jun 2020
You gave back only a fraction of what I gave. Leaving me to wonder where all the other pieces went.

And I gave you all of me.
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